My Sweetheart

No matter how Mathew next to him stopped or even prayed, the strength of the man's hand was still great.

If they couldn’t stop him... Maryam will be strangled to death by him.

"Joseph...Maryam really will be killed by you, you let her go. I already lose a granddaughter. This is my only granddaughter... calm down!"

He didn't even know if the man who had fallen into madness didn't listen to him or didn't hear him at all.

"Buddy." Lincoln couldn't help but walked over, put his hand on Joseph's shoulder, and whispered softly, "Kathy is still in operation, you can’t kill her here."

Hearing that, Joseph's hand was released.

Maryam was almost out of breath. Finally the force on her neck disappeared, and she fell to the ground immediately, clutching her neck and coughing violently.

Joseph let go of his hand blankly, turned back to the place where he was waiting, and continued to wait.

Mathew frowned and his expression was terrible.

Maryam coughed, cried and explained, "Brother Joseph, I really didn't push her...how could I push her..."

She would not do this, of course she would not.

Kathy was still the rightful hostess of the Joseph family. How could she have the guts to push her downstairs, and still in front of Joseph. Was she looking for dead?

Mathew recalled the situation at the time. They really only saw Kathy rolling down from above, but didn't see how she rolled down.

Taking into account the mood of his grandson, his tone slowed down, "Joseph, let's check this out. Whether it was done by Maryam or Kathy fell down herself, there is no conclusion yet."

despair will always do things that ordinary people can't predict. They will hurt themselves to blame others,

them, just said indifferently, "You had better pray that there is

which meant that he was

about the woman who was still in the operating room,

something happened on her, the Joseph

grandson's indifferent appearance. He stood here, without other thoughts except waiting for the results

a world, and no one else could

at a loss, and for the first time he wondered if he had

more than two hours, the red light in the operating room

and he looked at the doctor in the white coat. His voice was low and he almost couldn't speak, "She... how is she? And

of the last words were trembling

to see the

is very gloomy. Her mood fluctuates greatly, and the nursing care is not good, so the fetus is originally very dangerous. And she fell down

reason that the child couldn’t be kept. The man in front of him was the dean and

He must explain clearly.

had no emotion, his lips moved. After a long time, she spoke, "Then how

while for the doctor to realize that Kathy was the woman who had just undergone the operation, and he immediately said, “The patient’s condition is not serious. There was a slight concussion in the brain, and there were several collisions on the body. The abortion is too damaging for her, and she has already had a second miscarriage, so she must

That child was dead.

It was dead.

so long, he hoped

if he noticed it earlier...

dark eyes looked at the woman lying quietly on the bed without blinking. Her face was bloodless, even her

reach out and feel her breath again and again to confirm that she was